The Alpha's Mark Novels & Stories

Lila's orgasm crashed, milking them all, her cries joining the pack's chorus. They collapsed in a heap, still locked, the energy fading to a warm glow. The pack chanted her name, Lila, luna....sealing her role. Marked, mated, claimed, she rose later on trembling legs, the alphas at her sides, their luna born in fire and union.

It didn’t work well, given he was twice my size and a lycan, but my point was still clear. “Maise, stop!” he commanded. It was an alpha command. There was nothing I could do but freeze. I fought it, fought it hard, but I was still stuck. “It’s not a real mark,” he insisted. “A real mark goes on your neck, for everyone to see, and is deeper. The one on your back is akin to the one an alpha gives their beta. A way to know where they are, and added protection.” I waited. Impatiently.

“Who are these Alphas?” Eamon smirked, his glowing eyes narrowing in amusement. “That is for you to discover. You will know when the time comes. I would guide your path and whenever you come across your target Alpha, a mark would appear on your wrist. Three marks you shall have when you're done. Three marks to set you free." My hands clenched into fists. "And if I fail?" "Pain." His voice was a low growl. "Unimaginable, unending pain, until your very soul is devoured by the abyss."

"That's why she demanded to see my mark that night. She knew I didn't have one." Reed was silent for a long moment. His hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with my own. "The mark isn't just a symbol," he said quietly. "It's not like a wedding ring that you can put on and take off. When an Alpha marks his mate, it creates a bond that can never be broken. It means you belong to each other completely." My heart stuttered in my chest. "I know."

"That is what it is." "And the marks on your wrists, are those also just the arrangement?" She pulled the cloak tighter around herself and said nothing. "Jean," I said. "Please do not," she said quietly. "Do not what." "Do not look at me like that." "Like what?" She met my eyes for the first time properly. "Like you see something worth looking at." I said nothing to that. "I am serious, Your Majesty. whatever you think you see, you are wrong." "I have been Alpha King for eleven years," I said. "I am rarely wrong."

“Yes, his late father was a good friend of mine. He is a good kid. Did he bother you?” “Not at all, he was extremely fun throughout the tour.” “Good.” “Father?” She called. “Yes?” “What’s a pack?” Brynn paused in surprise, but his face was unhinged. “Because Phil said something about a pack, an alpha, and being unmarked,” She said, “At first it made me think of him as a freak, but after that, he was entirely fun. So Dad, what’s a pack?” Brynn looked at her, “It’s nothing important, it’s a term we use in my world, same meaning as elites.” He said.

The mark. The Alpha had marked me. And I knew exactly what that meant. My heat. My heat is going to come. “Oh no…”

I walk past a landmark, I’m not sure what it means, but it has a spot where sacks of sand are filled, to shield the people on this side, making the others vulnerable to their attack. It isn't anything like the security post of the next pack, it just looks freshly fixed and creepy. Just in the open field. On the ground, an instruction is written, more like a role; Alpha 1, Alpha 2, and then Alpha 3... Fuck, shit... I cuss and begin running. If my instinct is right, this is the spot where the alpha will be traded for their baby. And by the dawn of a fresh day, Aaliyah will receive the second letter bearing instructions.

Even the building looked different, like I was seeing it through slightly distorted eyes. Halfway down the corridor, I remembered what Martha had told me on one of the days she had tended to me, and the thought made my steps slow down. She had looked at me carefully, like she was deciding how much to say and how much to keep back. “You should be careful around the Alpha,” she had said quietly, glancing toward the hallway like she didn’t want anyone to hear her. “People don’t really talk about him, but there are things… Strange things. He’s not like the others here.”